Only at noon did Emperor Zhao's puppet get up slowly.
It opened its eyes and looked at the bright sun, dazzled.
Emperor Zhao, who was on the Ancient God Sword, waved at it, and a black ray of light entered the puppet's body.
Instantly, the puppet twisted and turned with a hideous expression, as though it was in great pain. However, it did not make a sound.
Zhou Xuanji frowned slightly. Could this puppet have its own will?
If it did, then was Emperor Zhao possessing it at this moment?
He did not stop him. It belonged to Emperor Zhao after all, so he was not qualified to interfere.
"Damn the transformations. Fortunately, it was awakened in time. In another ten thousand years, it would have given birth to consciousness like Liu Wuji's corpse and gone into the world."
Emperor Zhao cursed but with a tone of excitement.
Zhou Xuanji's eyelids twitched.
